William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Kathleen OMoreGeorge Nugent Reynolds (17701802)
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But alas! she has left me her loss to deplore,
My own little Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen,
My Kathleen O’More!
Her colour still changing, her smiles ever new—
So pretty was Kathleen, my sweet little Kathleen,
My Kathleen O’More!
Though wicked to all, it was gentle to her—
So kind was my Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen,
My Kathleen O’More!
To hear the wind blow and to gaze on the moon—
So pensive was Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen,
My Kathleen O’More!
It chilled my poor Kathleen; she drooped from that hour,
And I lost my poor Kathleen, my own little Kathleen,
My Kathleen O’More!
Is the robin that in the churchyard builds its nest;
For he seems to watch Kathleen, hops lightly o’er Kathleen,
My Kathleen O’More!